An Early Grave

Why am I so full of myself?

As though I am the only one that matters?

Why can I not see

That the world doesn't evolve

Around me?

I think that my troubles

Are the end of the world

When they never come close

To constituting any real danger

Why do I rave at anyone who will listen

Even if they are a stranger?

It is time I pulled the plug

Pour my worry down the drain

Before it starts to eat at me

And drive me litterally insane

If I keep going on this way

I will scare him away

If I haven't already

If he's still there for me today

I really have to be careful

Of all the things that I say

I know I put my foot in my mouth

I have tasted my shoe laces

They do not taste like licorice

The sweetness is lacking

And I better not push him away

Or he will start packing

I am tired of trying to take control

The more I try to take

The less I seem to have

I don't want to lose complete control

This is something I want to save

Why can't I force myself

To be brave

Enough to behave?

Before I dig myself

An early grave